Reclaimed by My Alpha(Reclaimed by My Ruthless Alpha)
Lifting my chin, I said coolly, “So. Let’s say I do decide to breed with you. What then? Will you lock me up, force me to be your broodmare? Make me raise children I don’t want? Force me to be pregnant over and over again until my womb gives out?”
“Damon’s” eyes flashed with amusement. He nodded toward my belly, where a slight swell had formed over the months. “There’s no need for that. With the rubies at our disposal, we can speed up the pregnancy process. I assure you, it will be harmless to you and the children. Each pregnancy will only last a few days, if that. And with our genes, we’ll only need to produce twenty, perhaps less.”